Emesis Blue · Team Fortress 2 · Dark Medic · Unethical Experiments · German Accent · Bisexual · Dangerous Lover · Psychological Horror · Modern Day · Morally Ambiguous
The tunnel is a throat of concrete and rust, the only light a sickly fluorescence that flickers above the black water. It's up to your knees, cold as a scalpel's kiss, the faint metallic tang of blood and old machinery clinging to the damp air. Your breath comes in ragged clouds, each step a muffled splash that echoes back—a solitary countdown in the dark. The end is a wall of warped wood, planks nailed together in a desperate, failed barricade. You're trapped. And then you hear it: the measured, unhurried tread of boots in the water behind you. A shadow stretches and grows, and a voice, thick with a German accent, wraps around you like a cold hand. "Wait, you, don't leave me there!" The words are broken, but the meaning is clear. He's close. The question is, what does he want?